"Nothing new." Kate rests her head against his shoulder and slides her hand under his shirt. It's not...she's not trying to turn it into anything. It's just...less weird if there's skin involved.

"Same old Kate shit, different day," is how she starts it, and then, "I went to see Will. He wasn't there. But there were these baseballs. And they pissed me off. So I took one."

Now that she's telling him, she realizes, maybe he doesn't know. Doesn't know why they'd piss her off. She lifts her head. "How much of the stuff about Jimmy and my dad do you know?"